Report from tonight's Mouse On Mars show at The Middle East in Cambridge:
Junior Boys were decent. Reminded me of a much-less-emo Postal Service, so they were pretty straight synthpop with some dark tones. To be fair, I did only catch the last three songs of their set. They may have been performing as a boy-band before that point.
Ratatat were not, sadly, a RATT cover band. This disappointed me more than anything else. Most of their songs were pretty samey-samey, - heavy beat, fuzz guitars, sequenced tracks - except for the last, beautifully stretched out, ambient piece that could have gone on for another ten minutes with no complaints.
Mouse On Mars rocked the hizzy. Playing exclusively from their last three proper albums, they managed to knock out two of my favorite tracks back to back, get the guitarist from Ratatat on stage, "rock out," and then do some reggae.
I am not making that up. Germans. Doing. Reggae. Go figure.
Non-musical highlight of the evening for me was when the Junior Boys guy said "OK, up next is Ratatat, and then Mouse On Mars WHOO!" Three or four people clapped and cheered at that.
"Oh, come on! I think they're pretty great! Let's try that again! We've got Ratatat and then Mouse On Mars!" Maybe ten of the hipsters in the crowd deign to show some enthusiasm. That's when I had to say something.
"They're fucking metal!" I informed the singer while throwing the horns like Our Lord And Savior.
Everyone cheers and the dude goes "Rock ON!" before throwing said horns back to me. I'm a rocker, I rock out.
Photos up this afternoon, if I get a chance.
Junior Boys were decent. Reminded me of a much-less-emo Postal Service, so they were pretty straight synthpop with some dark tones. To be fair, I did only catch the last three songs of their set. They may have been performing as a boy-band before that point.
Ratatat were not, sadly, a RATT cover band. This disappointed me more than anything else. Most of their songs were pretty samey-samey, - heavy beat, fuzz guitars, sequenced tracks - except for the last, beautifully stretched out, ambient piece that could have gone on for another ten minutes with no complaints.
Mouse On Mars rocked the hizzy. Playing exclusively from their last three proper albums, they managed to knock out two of my favorite tracks back to back, get the guitarist from Ratatat on stage, "rock out," and then do some reggae.
I am not making that up. Germans. Doing. Reggae. Go figure.
Non-musical highlight of the evening for me was when the Junior Boys guy said "OK, up next is Ratatat, and then Mouse On Mars WHOO!" Three or four people clapped and cheered at that.
"Oh, come on! I think they're pretty great! Let's try that again! We've got Ratatat and then Mouse On Mars!" Maybe ten of the hipsters in the crowd deign to show some enthusiasm. That's when I had to say something.
"They're fucking metal!" I informed the singer while throwing the horns like Our Lord And Savior.
Everyone cheers and the dude goes "Rock ON!" before throwing said horns back to me. I'm a rocker, I rock out.
Photos up this afternoon, if I get a chance.
